THE YEAR'S RECORD by R. F. Cottrell

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Dec 28, 1888

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 14, No. 50.

THE YEAR'S RECORD.

By R. F. Cottrell

ANOTHER year has sped, 'Tis numbered with the past; Its transient hours have fled, Unceasing to the last. Its record now is all complete, Sealed up to the great judgment-seat.

The fleeting hours are passed, Their deeds are in the book, Which shall be oped at last, And God shall on it look. Will it be faultless in his sight, Because its deeds have all been right?

Mercy is yet my plea; I have an advocate! To him I now will flee, Before it be too late! Though the true record stand the same, Write, Pardon, Thou, against my name?

Jesus, I look to thee; Thy blood can still atone; Still I may hope to be Faultless before the throne! Blessed be God! Blessed his Son, My Advocate before the throne!

For time to come, my all I consecrate to thee! For help, on thee I call, That I may faithful be. My record be of victory won! Prepared to hear the glad, Well done! —R. F. Cottrell.